Antihistamines

A hypothesis, some conjecture, just for the likes of me laddy, for you:

Joyce – “a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose they’re just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus they’ve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmlock next door at cockshout clattering the brain out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so that I can get up early”

This is a closer-than-me facsimile of how we truly think. But we have been taught, from before the moment that we can talk, to structure our communications into a code that reduces the risks of misunderstanding. Bentham trumps Siddhartha.

We actually communicate in a artificial language which is akin to computer code. No, it is a computer code. Google has shown this – they have coded our languages so that computers can construct, write, read, listen, speak and understand our languages. What more do we need to know?

Learning the code is akin to teaching a 5 year old to only use his left foot at football training to ensure that he ends up being truly unweighted.

By the time we are five my guess is that we all start thinking more or less as we communicate, at least during daylight hours. We may even ‘talk’ to ourselves in our heads, or out loud, as we think.

But we don’t really. When we are drunk or in a dream the ‘code’ drops off and we hear, or don’t hear, how we really think.

I believe that some people are very conflicted about this, subconsciously. And some people actually suffer mental harm from the process of thinking ‘logically’.

One good thing though; the whole construct keeps artists employed. They are supposed to provide a snippet of the stream of consciousness, through to the other side; a glimpse of the pre-constructed view of the world, as if we were never taught the code. These scraps, desired more or less by some, are like antihistamines for those suffering consciousness fever.